The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

With the bright moonlight, it can be seen that the man is about forty years old, not tall but very strong.

The man stayed at the door for a while, put the kitchen knife in his arms, and strode into the night.

"Auntie, girl, is that person going to kill someone?" Aman suppressed his voice extremely low, unable to hide his nervousness, "Or...he just killed this family..."

"There is no smell of blood." Jiang Si whispered as he looked at the man who was about to completely melt into the darkness.

Aman bit his lip fiercely: "That means...this person is really going to kill!"

Speaking of this, Aman was a little flustered, subconsciously tugging Jiang Si's sleeves; "Girl, what shall we do?"

Jiang Si didn't expect such a sudden situation.

She had thought about investigating Wangjiazhuang at night, but she did not expect to run into an ongoing murder case.

"Aman, can you deal with that person?"

"The maidservant can deal with it. The person is quite strong, but you can tell from his walking posture that he has never practiced martial arts. For such a person, the maidservant can deal with two or three without a problem."

Jiang Si pondered for a moment. Seeing that the man's shadow was gone, he finally made up his mind: "Let's follow up and have a look."

When encountering such a thing, if you ignore it, you will be conscientious, but all of this must be premised on being able to protect yourself.

Jiang seems to think clearly, the kindness beyond his own ability is not kindness, but stupidity, especially if it will hurt the people around him, it is even more stupid.

"Okay!" Aman looked excited when Jiang Si said so.

After all, Aman is a little girl, who has never experienced strong winds and waves. Even if she has time, she will still be nervous when encountering such things, but this kind of nervousness does not mean fear.

For the courageous little maidservant of Yigao, it is more exciting to follow someone who is preparing to commit a murder than to find some tofu and beautify.

"Girl, I don't know where that person has gone." After two steps, Aman looked tangled.

"Over there." Jiang Si walked in one direction.

Aman looked around and asked in a low voice, "How does the girl know?"

Jiang Si whispered: "That person drank alcohol."

The strong smell of inferior liquor, even if separated from the distance and the dark night, still won't let her lose her way.

Jiang Si's answer made the little maid even more confused.

How did the girl know that the man had drunk?

Forget it, it's okay to follow the girl anyway.

Not long after the master and servant walked hand in hand, Jiang Si took the lead to stop.

Aman stopped immediately, and pointed out his hand: "Girl, look, that person is over there!"

The man was about ten feet away from the two, and he was wandering outside the courtyard of a family.

Aman took Jiang Si and hid behind a big tree in front of a house, watching the man's movement.

The man finally got the move, and moved in a few bricks and climbed in from a gaped wall.

The master and servant looked at each other, and moved up with light hands and heels.

"Girl, this house looks more broken than that person's house." Standing under the gaped wall, Aman muttered.

Jiang Si showed a complicated look.

She could smell the astringent taste of beans across the wall, and this taste seemed to permeate the bricks and tiles of this family, and it could not be formed in a short time.

If Wangjiazhuang does not have a second family selling tofu, then this family will probably be the family of tofu Xishixiu.

At this moment, Jiang Si suddenly felt a little emotional.

Good intentions are rewarded, and maybe they really exist.

If she didn't want to be troublesome just now, I'm afraid that tofu Xi Shi had already encountered an accident when she found here, then the difficulty of what she wanted to do would be greatly increased.

"Aman, go in first, then open the door for me from inside, hurry up!" Jiang Si urged.

Aman nodded, stepping on the adobe bricks that the person had just placed under the wall, and holding the wall with both hands and supporting it, the whole body rose into the air and fell silently to the other end of the wall.

Soon the courtyard door was gently opened, and Jiang Si, who had been waiting there, flashed in.

"Girl, that person has entered the house!" Aman whispered.

Jiang Si walked inward quickly, and Aman quickly followed and walked ahead.

There was no light in the room, and even the moon in the sky hid in the clouds, the stars were also dimmed, and the ink between the sky and the earth seemed to become richer in an instant, just like the mood of the master and servant at the moment.

With a sudden sound, the two stopped involuntarily, staring at each other.

"Mother, you can't see anything in the dark!" Although the curse voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by the two.

It turned out that the noise was caused by a man accidentally hitting something.

The door of the main room was wide open, and only half of the curtain was hung from the main room to the inner room. The man had already walked in, and it was temporarily quiet.

At this time, Aman didn't dare to speak any more, and asked Jiang Si with his eyes.

On the contrary, Jiang Si did not see the nervousness, and calmly raised the curtain to look inward.

In the low and dim room, the man was standing next to the kang, staring at the people on the kang motionlessly.

The person on the kang just turned over and murmured in a crying voice: "Niuniu——"

Aman's eyes widened in an instant, his eyes shining like stars in the dark.

This is actually the tofu Xishi family!

She couldn't help pulling up her sleeves like a ginger, and she was quite surprised and excited.

Jiang Si gently shook her head to signal her not to make any noise.

Ah Man nodded hurriedly.

At this time, if someone sees the scene here, they will feel terrified.

Lying on the kang was the woman who was talking in dreams, and beside the kang stood a man with a kitchen knife, and just behind the curtain of half a meter away, two young girls stood quietly.

Such an absurd and bizarre situation is enough to make anyone feel chilled.

The man seemed to be paralyzed by alcohol, but at this moment, he did not notice the existence of Jiang as the master and servant.

Facing the light coming in through the window, he looked obsessed, almost greedily staring at the people on the kang.

After a while, the man took the kitchen knife from his arms and put it on the kang, rubbing his hands.

Aman tilted his head and stared at the kitchen knife in a daze.

Isn't this man going to kill? Why do you put the knife down?

Aman soon knew the answer.

The man suddenly lifted the thin quilt over the woman and squeezed it onto the kang.

Jiang Si hurriedly pulled Aman and gestured with a hand knife.

Aman knows, grabbing the clothes on the man's back with one hand, and hitting him on the back of the neck with the other.

The man fainted with a grunt, and was dragged off the kang by Aman with one hand.

Jiang Si pointed out the door, Aman understood it, and threw the dead pig-like man into the hall.

Jiang Si followed out, flicking his nails, and the powder that was so thin that it was indistinguishable to the naked eye drifted into the man's nose.

Sucking this ecstasy is enough to ensure that the man sleeps till dawn like a pig.

At this moment, the woman on the Kang sat up suddenly and shouted hoarsely: "Niuniu, my Niuniu——"